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THE doleful dumps I fing, and tearful woes,

Of MARIAN teeming with unlawful throes : The sheeneft lass in Berkshire was she known, Of all that butter fell to Reading town: Not the sev'n sisters could o'er her prevail, The golden farmer's daughters of the vale, Tho' every Oxford muse their charms has sung, And gravest doctors * join'd the tuneful throng.


Ye peers! who careless of ambition, chuse
To court the labours of the past'ral muse;
And all the wond'rous bards who try the lay,
Where black Cam rolls, or Isis' eddies play,
Alift the labours of an humble swain,
Rude to the pipe, and novice on the plain.

Nine months successive now had rolled round Since MARIAN first the pleasing mischief found ; In vain her hands had cull'd th' abortive weed, Nor aught avail'd the 'pothecary's aid :

* The Rev. Dr Wilkes wrote a poem upon them.

Her womb began with fatal fize to swell,
And sickening qualms the blushful secret tell :
Then all in sad despair she made her moan,
Lodona's waters echoed



groan. « Ah ! faithless COLIN CLOUT! ah, luckless I! " And canst thou, cruel! from thy MARIAN fly? “ How often halt thou suck'd my panting breath? “ How often swore to love me true till death? “But to the Justice I'll reveal my plight, “ And with a constable pursue thy flight. “Ah ! how unequal, as our parson preaches, “ Are this world's goods! and fure herightly teaches; “ For what to maidens brings eternal stain, “ (Sad management !) gives honour to the swain. “ 'Twas on the blitheft morn of all the year, “ When new-born May bids ev'ry shepherd chear; “ When artful maids their rival fancies show, “ And well-wrought garlands bloom on every bough; “When gaudy fairs bespangle ev'ry street, “ And lowing cows the novel pasture greet ; “ Fresh rose I; MARIAN hight, from ruftic bed, “ The morning dream still hov'ring o'er my head; Gay shews and sweethearts had employ'd my

thought, “The kiss imprinted, and the fairing bought ! « From lavender I drew the tucker'd smock, “ And hosen boastful of a various clock; “ The silver'd knot well scollop'd on my head, “ And donn'd the sunday gown berob’d with red.


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“ Thus all bedight, and ready for the fair, “I sat impatient with a wistful air,

Expecting coLIN CLOUT, my perjur'd swain, “ Who always follow'd MARIAN on the plain : “ With him the moon-light walk I us'd to tread, “ With him I danc'd upon the fportive mead ; That very morn had taught the snails to crawl, “ And print mysterious letters on the wall. " At length he came, and I with joyous meed - Mounted behind him on the pillion'd steed: “ Sweetly I fung, he whistled to the lay, “ Sweetly I sung the song, and sung the day: What beauteous scenes began the tuneful tale! “ And next I humm'd the sweets of Arno's vale; “ Then MOLLY MOGG, fair damsel of the Rose, “ And lovely PEGGY, taste of London beaux. 6. And now in view gay Reading strikes our eyes,

And all the dainties of the fair arise : “ Here * Birmingham its boasted ware displays, * There leather breeches hight, and bodice stays; “ Here pofied garters flutter'd in the way, “There painted hobby-horses feem to neigh; “ Here belles in gingerbread all gilded over, “ And little gew-gaw irYs act the lover. “ Shepherds and nymphs from every part repair, “ All who from Oxford hills direct the share,


* A town famous for working in steel.


“ Who fell the forest, or who mow the mead, “ Or drag in little boats the finny breed : “ Her wide-mouth'd sons low-feated Henley sends, “And finoky Okingham it's tribute lends. “ But far did MARIAN all the rest outvie, “ No cheek so ruddy, nor so black an eye; “ Scarce DOLLY C----K the daughter of the may'r, “ With all the flaxen ringlets of her hair, “ With all the snowy fulness of her breast, “ In blithsome features might with me contest. “ All youths ambitiously around me strove, “ Each gave some chosen emblem of his love; “ One gueintly bought the garters for my thighs, “ While simple archness sparkled in his eyes. “But all their fairings unsuccessful prove, 66 Still true to COLIN CLOU'T I heid


love. “ -Ah! fly deceiver! you enclasp'd my arm, “ And seem'd my saviour, while you meant my harm; “ Far too unequal was the high reward, “ My maidenhead must pay thee for thy guard ;

Already warmd with joy you win my heart, “ And stamp a little colin e’er we part.

when nature fills my womb, to fly" Nor yet one tear to issue from thine eye

My slighted love to quick resentment turns ; “ Lo my blood rises, and my cheek all burns ! “ O could I tear thee as I tear this glove “Go, horrid monster! I despise thy love,

" Yet now,


« Thy oaths I quit, thy fairings I resign,

Forget, renounce thee, hate whate'er was thine. • * No christian mother bound thy infant head, “ Some Turk begat thee, or some Papist bred; “Or dropt on Cambrian hills, a squallid brat, “Some she-goat suckled thee with savage teat. “t-Go to thy drab, whoe’er has won thy heart, “ And may the pox devouring make thee smart;

IMy vengeful ghost shall haunt thee o'er the plain, Yes, thou shalt suffer, villain, for my pain. “ But ah! my rage relents, my forrow flows; “ Come colin,! faithless shepherd! ease my woes. • And must I in the sheet opprobrious stand ?

Thy plight is troth'd, ah! come and give thy hand:

My conscience starts, whene'er I hear a knell, “ And is a little love deserving hell? “ Too hard a penance for a sin fo flight! “ Ah how my heart misgives me every night?


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* Nec tibi diva parens, generis nec Dardanus au&tor, Perfide, fed duris genuit te cautibus horrens Caucasus, Hyrcanaque admorunt ubera tigres.

+ 1, fequere Italiam ventis, &c.
Spero equidem mediis, fiquid pia numina, &c.

Omnibus umbra locis adero, dabis, improbe, pants.

An. 4.

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